Don't You Worry Dearie Year 1912 < Click here to listen ! > Words by Al. W. Morse Music by Percy Wenrich Will Rossiter 136 W. Lake St. Chicago, Il.

First Verse A winsome little maid in an everglade With her soldier boy in blue Maiden softly sighs lovelight in her eyes, For she loves him fond and true Boy has come to tell girl he loves so well, Duty calls him far away Maiden is in tears for his life she fears Then she hears him softly say Second Verse The war is over now boy has kept his vow Nothing can their love destroy They are not alone in their little home, There's a bouncing baby boy Happy is their lot, trouble they forgot As they stand behind his bed Oft when stars shine bright they recall the night When to her he softly said Chorus Don't you worry Dearie Dearie don't you sigh See the moon is smiling In the deep blue sky Soon I'll be returning Then I'll claim my own Wedding bells will gaily ring, And the birds will sweetly sing, Little girlie when I come back home.

When The Turkey In The Straw Danced The Chicken Reel Year 1913 < Click here to listen ! > Words by J. Will Callahan Music by F. Henri Klickmann Frank K. Root & Co. Chicago, New York

First Verse In a barnyard far away, All the fowls assembled on a summer day; Just to give a barnyard dance, Tried to put the farmers in a barnyard trance. All the rubes for miles around, Came to see them shuffle there upon the ground. Second Verse Old Si Jones in overalls, Always won the ribbon at the barnyard balls; Came that day with Aunt Suzanne, Frisky as a bullfrog in a fryin' pan. Said, "By Gosh, just turn me loose," Crack'd his heels together yellin', "Come on, Suze." Chorus All the old hens cackled and the young ducks quacked, And the rooster all began to crow; The little chickens stood there in a row, "Keep your feet a-movin'," you could hear the farmers yell, And the old cow hid behind the old hay stack, But the pigs just grunted kind o' low; As they stood there lookin' at the show, When the turkey in the straw danced the chicken reel.

The Black Cat Rag Year 1905 < Click here to listen ! > By Wooster & Smith Jerome H. Remick & Co. Detroit & New York

My Sunny Tennessee Year 1921 < Click here to listen ! > By Bert Kalmar, Harry Ruby, and Herman Ruby Waterson, Berlin & Snyder Strand Theatre Building Broadway at 47th Street New York

First Verse When the shades of night are falling Tennessee, I hear you calling; My thoughts just roam Back to home, sweet home. Every day my heart grows fonder, Of the folks I left down yonder; I wonder when I'll be there again. Second Verse Every dream and every vision, SImply strengthens my decision; To go back home Never more to roam. When I hear the 'Swanee River' My poor heart begins to quiver; It's then I miss Mammy's goodnight kiss. Chorus I wanna be in Tennessee in my Dixie paradise, An angel's voice I hear, I mean my mammy, dear. I'd give my soul if I could stroll down among those hills again; For all the world would not be dreary then. I'd love to go to sleep and know, that tomorrow I'd arise, Beneath those Southern skies, Where song birds harmonize. Lawdy hear my plea, Make me what I wanna be; A rolling stone just rolling home to my sunny Tennessee.

Let's Have A Georgia Honeymoon Year 1916 < Click here to listen ! > Words by Carter Benson Music by Bobby Lee Joe Morris Music Co. 145 W. 45th St. New York

First Verse When I hear those wedding chimes It makes me think of happy times, Let me take you, glad they'll make you, Way down in Savannah town. Honey pack your trunk and things, Let's go price some diamond rings. Just received the word today; Listen what the home folk says: Second Verse Dear, the roses are a bloom, I can smell their sweet perfume, Birds are singing, bells are ringing, Here's the message that they bring, Love me honey, love me long, Life with you is like a song. Let me rest up on your breast down in Dixie Loving nest. Chorus Come down, why don't you Come down, Why don't you Come on down to old Savannah. Be there, oh honey see there old Aunt Mandy in her red bandanna; When the preacher joins you hand in hand, They're going to serenade you with a big brass band. Come down, why don't you come down Let's have a Georgia Honeymoon.

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